Blur of the Dotted White Line

Four Hundred and Sixty Two kilometers later and I’m reminded of all the reasons I chose to fly in the past.

That being said, I was reminded of all the things I loved about similar excursions as a child as well.  Not once did I find myself looking towards the clock to urge the passage of time.

And in today’s Ritalin riddled world.. I think that means something.

20 minutes after arriving, I had to excuse myself to cry.  I’m not sure what came over me.  I missed my grandfather.  I found myself feeling his loneliness, surrounded by his life.

Not an affect I was expecting to battle.

I sleep early tonight, who knows what tomorrow may bring.

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